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I do want to make a sheet for his sister. Would this be possible?
They arrived in Aki at sundown. The street lanterns burned dimly and added to the eeriness of the chilly night air. Of course, Akimoto was unaffected but Toni and Iwata needed to purchase extra clothing if they were going to stay in town for the night. “We should look for an inn,” Akimoto suggested as they finalized their purchases.

The two looked at each other, forgetting they needed to consider such an expense. “Well, we don’t have enough money for all three of us.”

Akimoto looked back as if the statement was completely irrelevant. “Then we work,” he said as if he shouldn’t have needed to.

Toni smiled and chuckled to himself, remembering Akimoto’s habits of travel.

Walking down the streets, it was clear this was where the tournament was being held. Large men and women walked down the street, most of them stopping to lift and toss the heavy items often scattered across Beruga. Akimoto stuck out, regardless. His bare chest was unexpected in the cold months. It wasn’t unusual for Elementals to attend the tournament, and Firus were almost as common as Eartheans here. Still, with the current conflict, biases couldn’t help but be formed.

“We’ll need a room,” Akimoto said to an innkeeper.

“For the three of you?” the older woman giggled to herself.

“Preferably with three beds,” he added.

She continued to giggle but nodded her head.

“You boys participating in the tournament?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Akimoto bowed.

“Yes, I have a room available. What will be your payment?”

“Labor,” he said plainly. Iwata’s eyes darted back and forth, obviously embarrassed to be unable to pay with items. He thought that’s what only the poor did.

“Here are the keys to your room. Feel free to get settled in and then meet the wood-hand out back. He’ll set you boys to work.” She added, eyeing them as they left.

Akimoto knew they were in for some tough labor, considering the time of year and their obvious physical dispositions. Akimoto drew a cold bath in which to rest his muscles from the long run. Toni and Iwata did the same. Akimoto and Toni left Iwata behind, feeling obligated to pay the boy’s way.

The wood-hand stood above both Akimoto and Toni, and seemed to be able to if they were on each other’s shoulders. We was built like an elm and looked just as unshakeable. He was a stern man, Fuzaiyuri. He was blunt and short with the two. He didn’t sound illiterate, but Akimoto could assume his intelligence was made fun of during his youth and emotionally scarred him.

The two were tasked with the simple chores of chopping and organizing wood. Fuzaiyuri would return with large logs, dragging them behind him. This task would have been impossible for Akimoto and Toni together. They worked as fast they could to match the strength of Fuzai.

Hours later, Iwata emerged from his bath. Akimoto glanced and could tell the boy was a touch ashamed of his sloth. Toni only shouted out commands as if he’d been there the entire time. Akimoto and Toni worked on the two-man saw and chopping the wood into more manageable sizes while Iwata stacked it.

Deeper into the night, Iwata moved to chopping as well as stacking when the larger trunks were all that remained. Fuzai slinked back inside as it seemed his job was done. Until all the wood was chopped and stacked neatly, they wouldn’t have earned their night’s stay. However, it seemed this chore would last through the night even with the three of them working together.

The moon drifted through the starry sky and Toni looked up once to watch. “You two should head off to bed. I’ll finish this up.”

It was truly a martyr’s offer since there was still so much to be done. Toni would be up until the two of them awoke for the day still stacking wood. “No,” Akimoto insisted. “We’re all paying for the room.”

“If anyone should go rest, it’s you, Akimoto-sensei. You’re the reason we’re here.”

Akimoto could only look at the boy. He was right. “Yes, Aki-hi, you need the rest. We’ll be fine,” Toni said paternally. This might have been odd considering the fact they were peers of both age and martial discipline. The honorific confused Iwata, though.

“’Hi’?”

“Boy, you’re so naïve. It’s late in the Scorpion Season and he hasn’t worn a shirt since I’ve met him.”

Iwata only looked blankly at Toni. The man just shook his head and continued chopping wood as their conversation took up time they should have been spending working. Iwata looked back at Akimoto in awe. It was then he realized the burnt nature of his skin and the heat he obviously radiated to keep his surrounding warm enough to be comfortable for them.

“I’ll pay you two back tomorrow, then,” Akimoto said as he stretched out a little before heading to their room.

“Don’t worry, you will,” Toni said with a wide grin as the axe fell onto the log, splitting it quickly and evenly.

“Thank you,” he said back and bowed to both Toni and Iwata separately.

“Honestly, you didn’t notice that?” Toni harassed Iwata when Akimoto was out of earshot.

“I don’t know what Firus are like,” he responded incredulously.

Toni chuckled heartily and the both of them continued deep into the dusk with their labor. Akimoto was sound asleep when the two of them entered their room for the night and crashed onto their beds. Iwata was a bit put off by Akimoto’s open nudity, and then Toni’s. He was understandably embarrassed by his own lack of physical maturity.
Yeah, a big problem is players not keeping interest or just saying they'll be away for a while.

As for my post, sorry I've postponed it. Whenever I get to the computer, I know I should write, but can't seem to get the muse. There are also other things I should be focusing on, like getting a job (which is where most of my energy is going :/). >.>
I'm, personally, not very interested in recruitment. Every time this exceeded 5 players, it died after the first round. I don't mind you making more than one character, though. Perhaps you could make your Lieutenant, if only a bare-bone CS for the sake of playing her more accurately. But I'm not pressuring you to. ;) Whatever you want, dear. ;P

But if you think we *need* more players, then you're free to make an interest check. I'll leave you in charge of that.

Alright, I'll try to think of a time when it's best to introduce that.
But now for a nap. ^^
Great post!

I'll get working on one in a bit. Have to get a few other things done first.

I was wondering, was there anything you wanted to explore in this? I'm open to any arcs and stuff.
I was thinking of exploring a time before the war and the relations between Captains and such.
But I can also see a kind of civil war with the Noble Houses who refuse to use their relics to help with the war. I've created these relics already, so we don't have to worry about that.

Any opinions?
Just trying to keep conversation beside IC activity.
Sorry about that. I can see this as being a slower RP for me. :/
The snow fell softly and landed delicately onto the sand which had become quite cold in almost no time. Both Shiftry and Masquerain were too focused to allow it to affect them and allowed it to fall around them. Sebastian couldn't be bothered with the battling weather and, instead, took the blessing that Shiftry still got enough sunshine to fell a boost in his own speed. The cold would, no doubt, strengthen both opponents, but they wouldn't be effective if they couldn't hit their target.

Sebastian remained forward and attentive to the battle rather than ooing and ahing at the snow as the full stadium did. "Stun Tornado," he called out, staring at Glaceon as he leapt forward, implying that this was to be their target. If he wanted to get in the enemies' range for one of their most devastating combinations, then so be it. Shiftry whipped his arms forward, shooting hundreds of leaves toward the sand mound which partially hid Glaceon. They spun around that spot quickly and tore into the sand. As that began, Masquerain found herself in the eye of the Leaf Tornado to release a pinkish powder that would paralyze even the largest of Pokemon should they be exposed to enough of it. The powder was sucked into the momentum of the leaves and twisted glitteringly throughout Shiftry's leaves.

Masquerain could use some of her Flying abilities to keep the Leaf Tornado spinning without the aid of her partner. In fact, Shiftry didn't have to do as much work because of it. Masquerain worked hard to vibrate her wings in such a manner as to create a powerful tornado of leaves, but she'd done this several times before and knew what it required. "Go to Froslass," he said soon after, commanding Shiftry to charge toward the Ghost of Ice. Glaceon would have a difficult time getting out of the Leaf Tornado, and even if he froze it in ice, Masquerain would be more than equipped to handle it. He inwardly hoped they didn't have anything special to trick him with, though.
Maybe it's because of how it was layered. Because Hail was second, it had greater control over temperature. Perhaps if Sunny Day was second, it would have turned to a "warmer" rain. So it kind of keeps the idea that the second has priority.

Meh...whatever, I'm just arguing for the sake of arguing. Don't mind me. It's just my Mars in Gemini acting out. xP
Don't worry about it. This can be a casual side thing (unless you're really interested in this xP).

Perfect. I'll read it now. :)

EDIT: I don't think the temperature should have gone to "freezing"...I would expect just a normal temperature.
However, that would interfere with the snow sticking to the sand.
I just feel like Sunny Day's purpose to be hot and sunny to boost Fire, Solar Beam, and possibly stuff like Leech Seed, Ingrain, and other such attacks. Now it seems like Sunny Day is only allowing Sunlight to boost Grass but not keeping the heat, which is lessening the effects of Hail to make it not painful but still able to benefit Ice. I mean, that's fine since I'm not using a Fire type, but I'm not sure if it's really balanced.
What do you think?
Lieutenant Yuzuki bowed deeply before her Captain. “Captain Akimoto,” she greeted.

“Lieutenant Ueshima,” he nodded his head back at her.

She was glad he was back. It was clear more internal and Reiryoku-based damage had occurred during his fight with the Vasto Lorde. She was surprised it took him a whole week to recover, but she’d known him to suffer such injuries before. Perhaps it was miraculous it only took a week. The train of thought was on a short track, however, since she was determined to get back to business.

“The higher seated officers have been drilling the lower seats vigorously. Many of the lower seats have been stations throughout the Rukongai sooner than expected. The Academy seems to be doing well enough without you.”

He looked at the stacks of paper on his desk and sighed. “It’s not like the Academy doesn’t hear from me or that I don’t have a hand in their goings-on,” he said, touching one of the stacks with his index finger that was designated to be from the Academy. He also thought that Yuzuki was one to discipline hard if one wasn’t training down to their bones. He figured they were afraid of her going to the bone and thought it better for their help if they did it themselves.

“Any urgent matters I should know about?” he asked plainly as he scanned across his desk while sitting in his chair.

“During the past week, Captain-Commander Kaito has been attempting to gain access to the relics of the Noble Houses. Rumors say it’s been largely unsuccessful due to your most recent success on the battlefield.”

He looked at her with cold eyes. He’d failed protecting Captain Nakahara, and he’d resented her calling the Rukongai a battlefield. She spoke most plainly, and this was usually quite harsh. But there were times she’d cross the line into offensive and unfeeling. She knew when this was because of the look he’d give her, when usually he’d just brush it off or accept it. She didn’t flinch from the glare, for she was far too strong-willed for that, but she looked down and walked toward her own desk across from his.

Akimoto went through the “Noble” stack on his desk. It was, understandably, quite a short stack considering he didn’t have much to do with the Houses themselves. If it wasn’t for his Dojo and relations with the Yukihiro House, the stack would be non-existent.

There was a personal letter to him. Only Isao-dono would send formal letters. It detailed the numbers of his own ranks and how they were progressing well enough in that he, personally, felt little need to break his own code and submit to using his Sensou no Me. Regardless of the fact that it was most appropriate and, arguably, imperative that he use it, his own pride made it so he couldn’t be coerced to use it even with a blade at his throat. It wasn’t the first time the man’s pride hindered the health and progress of the Gotei, but Akimoto hadn’t the mind or lack of ethics to bring this up to his long-time friend.

He began to scrawl out a letter to the Seventh Division containing only the basic information concerning Yuzuki Isao’s stance on the matter of his Family Relic. Akimoto would have been surprised if Captain Nakamura was able to get a face-to-face meeting with the head. Assuming success in this matter, he went on with his own personal opinion on the matter. He wrote “Personally, I would be surprised to see Yuzuki Isao-dono to submit to using the Sensou no Me. I believe the way in which we could hope to obtain it is through the Central 46 considering our restricted authority over the Noble Houses.”

He flung the paper over his desk and across the room to Yuzuki. He used his Reiatsu to keep it aloft without burning the parchment. This was merely a test that he could control his Reiatsu as easily than before the battle. His body still felt sore, almost numb, when using Reiatsu in such a way. He didn’t know whether to work through it or listen to the Fourth Division and keep from using his Reiatsu unnecessarily for the rest of the month.

“Please copy that and send it to Captains Nakamura and Matsuoka.”

He figured the two had already begun plans to go above Isao’s head, but Akimoto’s “permission” would have given them more cause to pursue further.

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“Ah, Yasu-chan, please come closer.” The Captain-Commander’s voice was old and hollow but still had traces of softness and gentleness. She was referred to as “Grandmother” or “Sobo” for good reason.

“As you know the Seventh Division quite closely, I was wanted your opinion on appointing your Lieutenant, Saito Hiroko, to the position of Seventh Division Captain. I know times are difficult, dear, but the lack of the Tenth and Twelfth Captains has put much strain on us already.” She paused to breathe and take a sip of her tea. “I understand she has a talent for organization and also problem-solving. I’ve read all her accomplishments and her capabilities and am impressed. I’ve discussed this with the Central 46 and they have agreed to expedite the process of ascending to Captain with your expressed permission.” She smiled her old and wrinkly smile.
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